Color painting collection and a certain strongest

When he watched Gojo Satoru face the attack without retreating and not defending at all, Lan Tang's heart almost stopped beating.

"careful!"

The brain was blank, only the instinct left Lan Tang to unfold the 'Color Painting Collection' in an instant.

Accidentally confiscated the power, and in the golden subspace, except for the area that dissipated like a bubble under the collision of power; the ugly body of the curse spirit, the stones falling from the ceiling, and even the dust floating in the air were all shocked by Lantang. Underneath it is like a bug sealed in amber, unable to move.

Lantang stopped the subspace time.

Since the fusion of the black fire spewed by Huangba, Lantang's subspace is no longer an ordinary combination of offense and defense, but gradually controlled by Lantang. In the place covered by the golden subspace, Lantang is omnipotent.

The simplest usage: create space, control space, smash space.

The transcendent with further abilities snatched the black flame spit out by Huang Ba, and set foot in the realm of gods.

Yamada Ichiro's muddy eyes lit up strangely, and he lowered his head deeply to hide the frantic twisted expression on his face.

Lan Tang didn't see the tool man's fanatic expression, even if he saw it, he didn't care.

After all, it is just a smart puppet that follows the set program.

Lan Tang fixed his eyes on Wujo Wu in front of the curse spirit, and walked towards him.

Despite restraint and restraint, Lan Tang still walked faster and faster.

Seeing the silly face that just left the rest of his life after the catastrophe, but in a blink of an eye, Lan Tang rushed over uncontrollably.

With one punch, Wujo Wu was sent flying without mercy, and then he rushed over and grabbed Wujo Wu's collar: "Do you know what you were doing just now?! Wujo Wu!"

Word by word, as if each word was bitten out from between the teeth.

The other party blinked and acted cute.

'Snapped! '

Lan Tang's rational nerves were overwhelmed and broke.

Gojo Satoru was grabbed by the neckline by Lan Tang, and was forced to meet Lan Tang's Youyuan eyes.

The pair of golden-green opals, which are usually clear and bright, are like the sea before the storm, revealing a shocking obscurity.

Oh, it's too big to play.

Hearing Lan Tang's words and his strange behavior, Gojo Satoru couldn't help thinking of a possibility.

No way.....

Faced with the terrible guess that the identified best friend may have been a friend from the beginning.

It's rare for Gojo Satoru to have such a guilty conscience.

So he blinked and tilted his head cutely: "Hey~ I'm hungry~"

Ah, your face is even darker, Lan Tang.

Behind Gojo Satoru, along with the broken nerves in Lan Tang's brain, cracks in the glass were covered in the blink of an eye, and the golden space, together with everything in the space, was completely wiped out as if being wiped away by a huge eraser.

The wind from the heights blew into the only half of the teaching building, and Lan Tang's long-haired snake danced wildly behind him, coupled with his dark and ferocious face, like a demon god descending into the world.

Gojo Satoru blinked again.

Thanks to the blessing of "Six Eyes", Gojo Satoru finally realized one thing.

He seemed to drive Lan Tang mad.

The demon god Lantang grinned: "If you're hungry, give me your fist!!!"

.....

An hour later, the teaching building fell apart.

Lantang carried Gojo Satoru on his back and returned home through the "color painting collection", followed by Yamada Ichiro who was as quiet as a chicken.

Gojo Gojo, with a bruised nose and swollen face, lay on Lan Tang's back and pretended to cry: "Wow, I'm so hungry, Lan Tang, woo woo woo, it hurts so much."

After knocking down a building, Lan Tang, who returned to his senses, felt guilty and distressed: "I did it to exercise your reflex nerves. From now on, you will deal with the curse alone. If you don't freeze, it will be over."

The eight-year-old Wujo Wu shrank on the back of the four-year-old Lan Tang, but he refused to lie on the sofa or bed even if he didn't want a tool to carry it. It hurts so much!"

Wutiao.Three-year-old.Wu: "I want to eat a big banana split today!"

Lan Tang felt that he was in the wrong, and agreed through gritted teeth: "...Yes."

Five. Make progress. Enlightenment: "I want two copies!"

Lan Tang changed his face instantly: "No, desserts can't be eaten as meals!"

Wutiao. Self-willed. Enlightenment is not forgiving, and she pretended to cry louder: "I'm in so much pain, Lan Tang! Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!"

Lan Tang was bald, and in a blink of an eye, he saw Yamada Ichiro who was honestly huddled in the corner. His eyes lit up, and he called out No. [-], the tool man who protected Gojo Wujo, Rare Book XX: "A Wu, look!"

Caught off guard and seeing the 'killer' who was thrown away again and again by him, Gojo Satoru showed a disgusted face.

"This person's strength is not bad, and his hidden aura is also very powerful. The humanoid supernatural ability formed after I read it, no one can detect his aura except you who have the subspace pocket I opened on your body. I will give it to you as an errand. OK?"

Lan Tang coaxed the child, and the tone of sending a first-level curse master was like giving a toy.

It turned out that he followed me for personal protection.

Gojo Satoru agreed, and let Lan Tang put himself on the sofa without any trouble, and at the same time he was confident: "I only want Lan Tang to make the banana boat by himself!"

Lan Tang agreed of course, but: "Eat first, and then dessert!"

Gojo Gojo pulled his voice: "I know~"

With a strange sense of relief that the child is sensible, Lan Tang closed the kitchen door, tied up his hair, put on an apron and was about to cook.

There were two beeps, one long and one short 'Didi' from the phone.

This is the notification sound he set for receiving important information. Only the 'Yu Sanjia' in the world of conjuration has made any big moves for this level of news.

Lan Tang put down the spatula he just got, and took out his mobile phone to check the information first.

After browsing ten lines at a glance, Lan Tang's originally relaxed expression gradually disappeared, and his brows slowly frowned.